Gourmet

I'm waiting for a service, waiting in vain She's waiting on another man, no one drank again She flashed me the menu, working smell on her lips Led me just enough, I shouldn't have tipped I say, 'Well,' the food there was crap The other one there, I didn't give two glances She's in love with my soul - she thinks I'm attractive She foraged a smile, I saw the floor She tried again, I examined the ashtray I say, 'Well.' But I still make the mistake of eating where the food is crap